Too Late.

 

She could hear his footsteps approaching her door,

slowly making his way on the hardwood floor.

 

She hid in the closet, hoping she wouldn't be found,

holding her breath, trying not to make a sound.

 

Scared for her life, she crouched down lower, in fear,

but she knew what was coming, she knew he was near.

 

Stumbling into the room, he opened the door,

picked her up and threw her on the floor.

 

Beating her brutally in his drunken rage,

smashing the bottle against her ribcage.

 

She could feel the blood running down her side,

yelling out for help she cried, and cried.

 

By the time she was heard, it was already too late,

she was killed by her father, at the age of eight.

 

 

 

 

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